No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 209
After the blood ancestor burned to ashes, the farce ended.

Bai Yang and the others didn't have the nerve to ask for details about Burning Blood, and they didn't even ask about Ning Luo's realm.

Ning Luo had given enough of the true explanation of the Ten Thousand Blood Prison Code, and it was enough to shut their mouths.

Although Qiao Ye returned the Daoyu of a book of true forms, Ning Luo also taught him the breathing method and helped him deal with the crystallized injury.

In this way, at least on the surface, Ning Luo still gave more.

The two do not owe each other.

The death of a blood ancestor will definitely attract the attention of other blood ancestors.

After all, this group of blood ancestors belonged to the same maternal consciousness, that is, the Huanggu Human Sovereign.

But by the time they reacted, Ning Luo had already led people away.

Coincidentally, the nearby red crystal veins have also been refined by Ning Luo, and it's time to change mines.

As for setting a trap to ambush the Blood Ancestor.
Ning Luo didn't have time to spare.

The settlement of the group penetration mode is a collective score, so the "chores" of hunting blood ancestors should be handled by Bai Yang and the others.

What Ning Luo thought was to improve his strength as soon as possible and clear the dungeon.

In order to obtain the SS-level destiny of the body training lineage.

Year 1, end of year.

The camp was managed by Baiyang in good order.

Although there were less than a hundred people, the survivors were all as strong as Shaking Yue, almost moving mountains.

Bai Yang always felt that their strength was very wrong, and their cultivation talent was extremely unreasonable.

But Ning Luo never intervened quietly.

Moreover, the exercises taught by Ning Luo are the same as the true interpretation of the Wanhua Blood Prison Code they obtained. Is it really just because the natives are more suitable for the Wanhua Blood Prison Code?

Bai Yang pondered, this true solution was not tailor-made by the Emperor for the natives, was it?

Heck.

But thanks to this, the six of them got along more harmoniously with the natives, and there would not be any barriers due to the large gap in cultivation.

During the period, Ning Luo also asked Lu Chuan to order two Miao Dao.

"Miao Dao?"

"Well, it's a long-bladed knife. The blade is like a seedling, with a slight curvature. The handle of the knife is about 30 centimeters, and the blade can be increased to two meters for me. The material is more solid, and it doesn't matter how heavy it is."

"What about the time?"

"Don't worry, it will be forged within three to five years."

Lu Chuan: "."

You are completely treating me as a tool person, right?

Slender knives like Miao Dao especially test the craftsmanship and quality of materials.

The long knife is cool for a while, and the knife breaks the crematorium.

The level of forging in the Desolate Hell Realm is not as good as that of Chenyuan, and the forged Miao Dao can be broken even in the ordinary sea-covering environment, let alone Ning Luo.

So only Lu Chuan can meet his needs.

As for why two are needed, it is naturally because of the existence of the Chi Lian Blood Soul.

After all, the red training blood body in the crimson palace of the heart is formed by the accumulation of qi, blood, essence and blood, so it has a physical body.

So the blood body can also hold a knife.

However, dual wielding the Miao Dao is unrealistic. After all, the saber is too long, and it is inconvenient to use it with dual wielding. Ning Luo also does not have the level of self-created saber techniques.

2th year.

After the camp was settled properly, Ning Luo taught Bai Yang and the others how to prevent the Blood Ancestor's treachery, and arranged follow-up plans by the way.

One is to search for other surviving tribes at the bottom, especially pay attention to find traces of Haiyan.

Because Haiyan is the last descendant of Baxia, Baxia has a long lifespan, so in Haiyan's generation, the blood is not too thin.

Once Haiyan is preyed upon by the black tide, then Human Sovereign will probably be able to use the black tide and the universe inside the shell to refine the entire barren prison of blood and turn it into the so-called Danchi cave in his imagination.

Of course, with Ning Luo's current vision, he is very clear that it is not a cave at all.

It was just the desolate prison world after being shrunk by refining, and it was the storage bag-like organ in the human emperor's body after his gigantic transformation.

The real Dongtian still depends on Ning Luo's inner crimson palace.

Neither fiction nor reality, neither true nor false.

In comparison, Renhuang is nothing more than slapping a swollen face to pretend to be fat.

The second thing is naturally to hunt down the blood ancestors.

It's not just for the sake of scoring, but also for the convenience of Ning Luo's follow-up duel with the Emperor.

The Blood Ancestor is considered the descendant of the Human Emperor, and the blood harvested from the half-demon and the beast master is stored in his body.

If he is taken back by the Emperor, his strength will definitely increase.

Ning Luo hasn't fought against the Emperor yet, so to be on the safe side, it's better not to underestimate him.

After the arrangements were made, Ning Luo went on the road alone.

Lu Chuan was stunned: "No, you can continue to improve your cultivation, right?"

"What's wrong?" Ning Luo shrugged, "It's only been a year, and my practice has just started."

Lu Chuan: "."

Bai Yang didn't say whether he believed it or not, he just had another worry: "How long will you retreat this time?"

Ning Luo pinched his chin and thought for a while: "Well, I don't know, maybe it will take three to five years."

"The nearby red crystal resources are not enough for you to consume."

"Don't worry, I will stay far away this time and will not stay in the nearby red crystal mining area."

"Then what if we migrate halfway?"

"Leave a message or leave a mark, it doesn't matter, I can find you. You can do whatever you want, just move freely. After the survivors' actual combat capabilities are comparable to the sea, you can take them to do whatever you want, but"

Ning Luo hesitated to speak.

He had meant to say that it was best not to return to the surface.

Because today's surface is already a hotbed of the Kuroshio, there is absolutely no way to stop the blood ancestors from changing, and the bloody form will not be restricted by the environment.

In other words, it was not an enemy prepared for ordinary players at all.

Even the top professional players might not benefit from the blood on the ground.

Not to mention the ancient human emperor who has been deployed for thousands of years.

But Bai Yang should know how to measure. If Ning Luo reminded him, he would appear to be superior and would arouse other people's fighting spirit.

So Ning Luo didn't specify in the end.

After everything was settled, Ning Luo embarked on a journey.

The destination is not the mining area excavated nearby, but a deeper place, an uncultivated underground.

Ning Luo didn't know how deep the sea of ​​blood was.

But Ning Luo once witnessed the true face of the Yaozun in the remote ancient times, and Ba Xia showed the whole picture in the final silhouette, and his height was at least ten thousand feet.

After burning the Dao Seed, even if the continent that the remains turned into is different from the real body, the difference in height should not be too big.

Therefore, the depth of this mine vein should be 2000 to [-] meters, but the mine vein that has been reclaimed is only more than [-] meters deep, and it is still far from bottoming out.

Now that Ning Luo has enough energy to continue digging, the red crystal resources in the lower plateau should be more abundant.

But the most important reason is that Ning Luo wants to see what is underground?
The map of mountains and rivers is not only a small map capable of sensing energy bodies, but also engraved with bunches of flowing lines, rushing towards the bottom of the plateau.

Before that, Ning Luo was exhausted at first, and then he was busy practicing, so he didn't have time to think about what these lines mean.

But now he has time.

However, when he poured his consciousness into the scroll of mountains and rivers again, there was still no unnecessary change in the scroll, and no instructions were given.

"Is it because of the fragmented scroll. Or is it because my spiritual consciousness is a little stretched?"

"Tsk."

"Anyway, just go and see."

Ning Luo thought that digging the ground now is not a waste of time.

After all, firstly, he can refine the red crystal veins along the way, and secondly, he also thinks of the bottom to try to find the heart of the ancient emperor.

The Huanggu Renhuang was suppressed by the remains of Ba Xia, leaving only a heart assimilated with the Kuroshio, which was still beating continuously.

Although I don't know if the heart is the Emperor's weakness, but I can learn more information if I check it out.

Kill three birds with one stone, why not do it.

Besides, aimless penance is quite boring, there must be a goal that can be seen.

Small target, piercing the center of the earth!

It seems not small.
In three months of digging, Ning Luo dived 1000 meters to a depth of [-] meters.

During this period, the red crystal refining speed became faster and faster, and the blood burning technique was also perfected.

Burning blood is not some fancy trick, but the sublimation of boiling blood.

The crimson palace provides inexhaustible qi and blood and a physique that is far better than before, and the improvement of qi and blood circulation speed is even more immeasurable.

When Ning Luo's mind moved slightly, causing the red clouds in the sky in the crimson palace to swirl like a hurricane, the blood circulation in his body would also get feedback.

Coupled with the hypoxic compensatory reaction brought about by the breathing method, the combination of the two will cause the blood to explode.

The qi and blood of the crimson palace overflow, the yin and yang rotate, and the meridian draws and adds.

The unbearable qi and blood in the blood vessels will turn into a burning crimson feather coat, which is the origin of burning blood.

Of course, the most fundamental reason for being able to burn blood lies in Yuan Jing and Huang E Wuji.

After all, the burning of blood is not caused by the inner spirit, but the burning of blood and self-immolation.

If it weren't for Yuan Jing to continuously restore vitality, Ning Luo would have burned himself into a human being long ago.

Digging in June, the depth is [-].

In the crimson palace, the garden is full of fragrant and beautiful butterflies, flying swallows and dancing.

Above the red clouds, a hundred birds are competing to sing and blooming.

Ning Luo didn't know how to describe his own realm, since there was no corresponding concept in the Desolate Prison Realm anyway.

The five realms shake the mountains, the six realms move the mountains, and the seven realms overwhelm the sea.

Piercing through the center of the earth doesn't sound like a realm name, so Ning Luo simply ignored it and continued to develop the Crimson Palace anyway.

The ground was dug for one year, with a depth of [-].

The diving speed is getting faster and faster, because Ning Luo's refining efficiency of red crystal is getting higher and higher.

Now with a wave of his hand, the sky is full of red clouds, and refining the red crystal is only a snap of the fingers.

Sitting cross-legged in the crimson palace, Chi Lianxue's blood became more and more solid.

Ning Luo even felt that as long as his blood body was not too far away from him and could be easily controlled, it would not be difficult to single out the blood ancestor after the change.

It took two years to dig the ground, and the depth was [-].

The speed of Ning Luo's cultivation gradually slowed down.

Because the crimson palace seems to have an overly prominent position in the six internal organs.

Although it is said that there is no need for rain and dew to practice viscera, it can be counterproductive if it is too partial.

As for how to open up other secret treasures, Ning Luo has no intention of delving into it for the time being.

Ning Luo still understands the truth that too much can't be chewed.

When the underground depth exceeds [-] meters, the distribution of red crystals becomes denser.

Even Ning Luo found the red crystal that almost turned into a rock wall, even if he looked at it from the mountain and river scroll, he couldn't see the edge.

But these red crystals have not greatly improved Ning Luo, so no matter how many there are, it is meaningless.

His bloodline has already surpassed Huanggu Baxia.

Those flowing lines on the scroll of mountains and rivers still haven't changed obviously.

It just points to a more precise direction as Ning Luo dives.

"Well"

"I thought it would be a setting like dragon veins. But it doesn't look like it now."

"These lines seem to converge on a tiny coordinate point."

"Is it the heart of the Emperor?"

"Or is it the unburned Dao Seed of Baxia?"

Until Ning Luo almost pierced through the ground, digging to a depth of [-] meters.

He finally got an answer.

The result was unexpected, because it was not the heart of the Emperor, nor the so-called Dao Seed, but
A quaint stone monument?

(End of this chapter)